Thursday the 11th marked one year since my brother Sean’s death. On the day, the family (my parents and I) went to our local pub to commemorate the time with a couple of drinks and a couple of stories.

Today we decided to go to the Scarborough Bluffs, a spot we took my brother often to feed the ducks. he would always laugh at the sounds the ducks, geese and the bastard seagulls would make. There we spent a loaf of bread and some time just thinking about him. I managed to bring my camera and get a couple of shots of some of the wildlife that came to us. Thankfully they were willing to pose for a piece of bread. If only human models were like that.

Hope you’re doing well wherever you are, Sean. I miss you.